20 thoughts on “Gombereto”

Ah I haven’t been to that village. One needs at least one hundred lifetimes to explore all those little towns in Italy. Your post makes me feel nostalgic for that part of the world. The little Piazza of the fallen, the faded blue/green doors, olives… ahhh.

Records show that my grandmothers ancestors go back to 1622 and were one of the oldest families to live in Gombereto.

I couldn’t help thinking that my wonderful loving Nona had ” maybe “walked down those paths…. lived in one of the houses. ….., maybe walked through those beautiful doors …… probably had been baptized and prayed in the small church ….. and maybe even eaten fruit off of one of the fruit trees. She was born in Gombereto and thanks to you, I was able to see these pictures and places for the first time . Thank you, Thank you !